It's like breathing, missions like this one. Shrugging off the second skin of her alias and making the transition between kind, attentive Azúcar and Sombra: a creature invisible on digital pathways, quick to cut a practiced course through whatever defenses she can find. A habit she exercises right from the beginning— camouflaged as she clambers up into the vents from the outside, hunting for wiring or any accessible digital markers.

Eventually, she scores. A maintenance hub that's been fed by cables run close to the ventilation shaft. It's not a backdoor to the entire system, but it's eyes wherever the Legionnaires might need them, visual feeds running circles through her skull as she calls out across her earpiece.

"Looks like the back entrance is swapping out shifts. Bypass the alarms and be quiet about it, and ahí está — you'll have yourself a ticket inside."